أيُّوب 16

١ 1 فَقَالَ أَيُّوبُ:

Then Job answered and said,

٢ 2 «قَدْ سَمِعْتُ كَثِيراً مِثْلَ هَذَا الْكَلامِ وَأَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ مُعَزُّونَ مُتْعِبُونَ.

“I have heard many such things; you are all miserable comforters.

٣ 3 أَمَا لِهَذَا اللَّغْوِ مِنْ نِهَايَةٍ؟ وَمَا الَّذِي يُثِيرُكَ حَتَّى تَرُدَّ عَلَيَّ؟

Will useless words ever have an end? What is wrong with you that you answer like this?

٤ 4 فِي وُسْعِي أَنْ أَتَكَلَّمَ مِثْلَكُمْ لَوْ كُنْتُمْ مَكَانِي، وَأُلْقِيَ عَلَيْكُمْ أَقْوَالَ مَلامَةٍ، وَأَهُزَّ رَأْسِي فِي وُجُوهِكُمْ،

I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could collect and join words together against you and shake my head at you in mockery.

٥ 5 بَلْ كُنْتُ أُشَجِّعُكُمْ بِنَصَائِحِي، وَأُشَدِّدُكُمْ بِتَعْزِيَاتِي.

I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the quivering of my lips will bring you relief!

٦ 6 إِنْ تَكَلَّمْتُ لَا تُمْحَى كَآبَتِي، وَإِنْ صَمَتُّ، فَمَاذَا يُخَفِّفُ الصَّمْتُ عَنِّي؟

If I speak, my grief is not lessened; if I keep from speaking, how am I helped?

٧ 7 إِنَّ اللهَ قَدْ مَزَّقَنِي حَقّاً وَأَهْلَكَ كُلَّ قَوْمِي.

But now, God, you have made me weary; you have made all my family desolate.

٨ 8 لَقَدْ كَبَّلْتَنِي فَصَارَ ذَلِكَ شَاهِداً عَلَيَّ، وَقَامَ هُزَالِي لِيَشْهَدَ ضِدِّي.

You have made me dry up, which itself is a witness against me; the leanness of my body rises up against me, and it testifies against my face.

٩ 9 مَزَّقَنِي غَضَبُهُ، وَاضْطَهَدَنِي. حَرَّقَ عَلَيَّ أَسْنَانَهُ. طَعَنَنِي عَدُوِّي بِنَظْرَاتِهِ الْحَادَّةِ.

God has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me; He grinds his teeth in rage; my enemy fastens his eyes on me as he tears me apart.

١٠ 10 فَغَرَ النَّاسُ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ عَلَيَّ، لَطَمُونِي تَعْيِيراً عَلَى خَدِّي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَيَّ جَمِيعاً.

People have gaped with open mouth at me; they have hit me reproachfully on the cheek; they have gathered together against me.

١١ 11 أَسْلَمَنِي اللهُ إِلَى الظَّالِمِ، وَطَرَحَنِي فِي يَدِ الأَشْرَارِ.

God hands me over to ungodly people, and throws me into the hands of wicked people.

١٢ 12 كُنْتُ مُطْمَئِنّاً مُسْتَقِرّاً، فَزَعْزَعَنِي الرَّبُّ وَقَبَضَ عَلَيَّ مِنْ عُنُقِي، وَحَطَّمَنِي وَنَصَبَنِي لَهُ هَدَفاً.

I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Indeed, he has taken me by the neck and dashed me to pieces; he has also set me up as his target.

١٣ 13 حَاصَرَنِي رُمَاتُهُ وَشَقَّ كُلْيَتَيَّ مِنْ غَيْرِ رَحْمَةٍ، أَهْرَقَ مَرَارَتِي عَلَى الأَرْضِ.

His archers surround me all around; God pierces my kidneys and does not spare me; he pours out my bile on the ground.

١٤ 14 اقْتَحَمَنِي مَرَّةً تِلْوَ مَرَّةٍ، وَهَاجَمَنِي كَجَبَّارٍ.

He smashes through my wall again and again; he runs upon me like a warrior.

١٥ 15 خِطْتُ مِسْحاً عَلَى جِلْدِي، وَمَرَّغْتُ عِزِّي فِي التُّرَابِ.

I have sewn sackcloth on my skin; I have thrust my horn into the ground.

١٦ 16 احْمَرَّ وَجْهِي مِنَ الْبُكَاءِ، وَغَشِيَتْ ظِلالُ الْمَوْتِ أَهْدَابِي،

My face is red with weeping; on my eyelids is the shadow of death

١٧ 17 مَعَ أَنَّنِي لَمْ أَقْتَرِفْ ظُلْماً، وَصَلاتِي مُخْلِصَةٌ.

although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

١٨ 18 يَا أَرْضُ لَا تَسْتُرِي دَمِي، وَلا يَكُنْ لِصُرَاخِي قَرَارٌ.

Earth, do not cover up my blood; let my cry have no resting place.

١٩ 19 هُوَذَا الآنَ شَاهِدِي فِي السَّمَاءِ، وَكَفِيلِي فِي الأَعَالِي

Even now, see, my witness is in heaven; he who vouches for me is on high.

٢٠ 20 أَمَّا أَصْحَابِي فَهُمُ السَّاخِرُونَ بِي، لِذَلِكَ تَفِيضُ دُمُوعِي أَمَامَ اللهِ،

My friends scoff at me, but my eye pours out tears to God.

٢١ 21 لَكَمْ أَحْتَاجُ لِمَنْ يُدَافِعُ عَنِّي أَمَامَ اللهِ، كَمَا يُدَافِعُ إِنْسَانٌ عَنْ صَدِيقِهِ.

I ask for that witness in heaven to argue for this man with God as a man does with his neighbor!

٢٢ 22 إِذْ مَا إِنْ تَنْقَضِي سَنَوَاتُ عُمْرِي الْقَلِيلَةُ حَتَّى أَمْضِيَ فِي طَرِيقٍ لَا أَعُودُ مِنْهَا.

For when a few years have passed, I will go to a place from where I will not return.